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October 1, 2019

God Is In the Grief of Dreams That Do Not Come True


"I'm so sorry for your loss."

We say this to the grieving and hope it will help, and as someone who has been in this club no one wants to join (a club most of us are in anyway), I can tell you it does. There is some comfort in knowing that what causes us sorrow causes someone else sorrow, too. There is some soothing in knowing we are not alone in feeling life is less than it used to be because of who or what is no longer in it.

But sometimes we grieve for something or someone we never had in the first place. We grieve the absence of someone who was never present. We face the fact that the Author has said "no"—not "wait," not "not yet," but "no"—and mourn the death of hope that it or they ever will be part of our story.

Someone asked me recently if I knew of any examples of barren women in the Bible to whom God never did give a child in any way, at any time. This lovely woman longs for one faithful example to claim, one ancient kindred spirit to comfort her. I could not give her one. She is mourning—in an ongoing way—that her dream of motherhood has not come true.

Other friends dream other dreams that also have not come true and look very much like they never will.

Dreams of second children.
Dreams of marriage.
Dreams of loving parents.
Dreams of healing.
Dreams of deliverance from the demon of depression.
Dreams of homes.
Dreams of callings.
Dreams of friendship.
Dreams of reconciliation.

These are things God has called good, things He has blessed for someone else. It seems as though God would want to make these dreams come true for everyone.

But sometimes He does not.

We don't like to say this, but the fact is that there are good things God does not say "wait" but flat-out "no" to.

These are not dreams deferred. These are not dreams detoured because someone else is exercising the free will God allows each of us to have. These are not dreams-come-true disguised as something that just looks a little different from what we asked for.

These are dreams that, as far as our life on this earth is concerned, have reached a dead end.

These are longings and cries and yearnings of our heart that we know God could fulfill and grant because He can do anything but that He does not fulfill and grant because He does not do everything He can do.

Often, God's not-doing looks like mercy, and we are so grateful for it.

But when He does not give us or do for us things we long for that seem to us to be pure and good and generally favored by Him, there is grief. There is mourning. There is a keening for something lost that was never gained to begin with.

This grief must be given its due. It must be allowed to count. The giving up of what we yearn for cannot be brushed off as some lesser loss just because we never held it in our hands in the first place.

God prescribed "a time to mourn" (Ecclesiastes 3:4); He did not limit what could be mourned in that time.

Overlapping and mixing with our mourning, though, is our grappling with new, raw understanding of who God is and what He's like and what we're supposed to do with those facts.

We agree this world is not our home and that we are not supposed to feel completely content here.

We declare that God is good even when His will does not look or feel good to us.

We acknowledge that our relationship with God is in some ways—some—like our relationship with anyone else we get close enough to to really know: there are things about them we do not like and things we do not understand, even though we love them and trust them.

The longing may continue, both unmet and unabated. It does not fade, but neither is it fulfilled. We know we must do something with it lest it become our idol. We know we must allow God to redeem it.

So our dream becomes our sacrifice. It becomes our choosing place where what we choose is this good God. It becomes one means of dying to ourselves and living for Him.

And in the dying, new dreams are born. They are dreams of comforting others in ways we otherwise could not. Dreams of going places we otherwise could not. Dreams of singing songs we otherwise could not.

These are different dreams. They do not replace the former dreams anymore than to love someone new means we have replaced someone we have lost. The spaces for those old dreams are still there. But next to them are new dreams.

We offer these to God, too. We tell Him we know He can make them come true. We tell Him we believe He is good even if He doesn't. 


And we trust that after nights of mourning, He will awaken us to mornings of dancing.

"I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living." (Psalm 27:13)

3 comments:

  1. Your post bittersweet, so important. Thank you for sharing your heart, words, and wisdom!

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    1. There are some typos there...but you probably get the gist. 😂

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    2. Oh, Allisa! Thank you so much for this precious feedback! I'm so sorry I'm so late in responding, but I truly appreciate your words! Blessings to you!

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